ARLAN'S POV.I stood there, still as stone, dressed in a suit that felt too loose, these few days, world around me blurred, but the sight of Matilda’s coffin being lowered into the ground was painfully clear.Tessy was beside me, clutching a tissue in one hand and my sleeve in the other. She had been crying since we got here.A few other people had shown up to pay their last respect, I took a look at their faces and it was sober.“Matilda,” Tessy murmured, her voice raw. "I miss you."I swallowed hard against the lump in my throat. The priest muttered his final words, and then came the part I had been dreading. The dust-to-dust rite. One by one, people stepped forward, took a handful of soil, and let it fall on her coffin. The sound of dirt hitting the coffin was a dull thud, but it might as well have been a gun shot at my heart.Tessy trembled beside me, her breath uneven. She bent slightly, reaching toward the earth, but her fingers froze just above the dirt.“I can’t,” she whispe
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